[SE] it's a mud, mud world

JUST STARING AT THE SUNRISE
ABOVE THIS HOLLOW TOWN
BEEN CHASING EMPTY MEMORIES
THE KIND THAT'S KEEPING YOU DOWN

He's never been much into discovering what exactly magic can do, content with the traits he'd known since birth, not even feeding those until recently. After seeing some of what she can do though, it is admittedly awesome the reach of the potential abilities, and hers are especially astounding. "What! You even copied channeling? I never would have thought such a thing possible," he gapes, honestly shocked that she could mimic the pact that Accepted seem to have with spirits and deities. "That's really powerful," he commends with a sweep of his hand through his hair, imagination running wild. "Wonder if you could copy creation magic too then?" Not that there were any current pressing needs, but there have been times he knows where items have been backlogged.

He doesn't press any further the moment her response begins to unsettle. His hand eases from his pocket, the woolen cloth within remaining untouched. "Another time, then," he offers easily, grin coming in to soften the moment. "Conquering the world is best done one step at a time. Can't give you too much power at once or it'll go all to your head anyway." His tease is followed with a bump of his shoulder against hers.

Absolutely certain she's up to something, but not knowing what, he lets the strange sound of applause fade to the back of his mind. "Ducks and naps would not be helpful," he agrees with a mild laugh. "I could always try and toast it off us, but likely to set us on fire in the process." Maybe with a bit more mastery he'd manage something better than a trip to the healers. Thus her suggestion for a scout is a fantastic one. "Oh, would you look at that, how helpful Sila," Iskra calls out after the dragon, rounding a look that speaks to how unhelpful Goose is as it settles on the muddy dog.

THIS SENSE OF INDECISION
AIN'T WHAT WE HAD IN MIND
THE DREAM THAT I ENVISIONED
I AM STILL HOPING TO FIND